Dream Diary Post

And because why the heck not, here's an older entry from my dream diary that was especially interesting, and that I might someday flesh out into a real story or something...

My bizarre dream starts out like a videogame, the dead have arisen and people are rushing to kill them before too much collateral damage is caused. AK’s and M16’s were common, all my neighbors had them for some reason (even more baffling was that in this dream I had neighbors) There were dead animals too, and one of my particular tasks was separating the dead horses from the living ones.
It was easier to tell that some of them were dead than others. I remember seeing a small paint pony with feathers in its mane and thinking that it was odd, and there was one morgan mare that barely looked dead at all except for her eyes. Then there was someone else helping separate the living and dead horses into two herds. She was a tall, thin redheaded girl who was maybe a little bit older than me. After we got the horses into two separated, she helped me take the living horses back to the coral.
After that was when we found out that the dead had risen for some sort of carnival festival, thing. And we had stopped trying to rekill them entirely. Also, I was apparently a boy, and I asked the red headed girl to be my date to the festival.
I tried to impress her and tease her at the same time “If you’re my date, then be by me, I don’t want you to run off with some dead folks or anything, and I‘ll protect you if they try anything” it sounded like a good line, protective and loyal too. However, her reply caught me off guard, “Oh, no dead people then? You’re in for a bit of a nasty surprise” she had a weird accent, but I couldn’t place it. I was shocked when I realized she was dead, but stayed with her anyway, because I didn’t have anyone else to explore the carnival with. It was one part flea market, one part circus, one part zoo. Most of the dead people seemed kinda like ghosts, only halfway there, and a bit lonesome. Others acted like full out video game zombies, trying to eat people. Luckily most of them were very bad at it, due to advanced stages of decomposition. They tried to crawl at you from the ground, since their legs had rotted away, and you could just kick away a hand or a head and they’d be deterred. A couple of the zombies were fresher and more dangerous, but we avoided them. We were walking through the flea market part of it when I saw a pin that was my name, and a tiny bird skull. I tried to get the dead girl to stop so I could examine it, but she was hesitant. I stopped anyway, and looked. It was a row of diamonds spelling out my name, and when I picked it up there was a bird’s spine to go with the tiny skull, but it was full of needles. The dead girl said she had put that there, and in the logic of my dream, I found out she had committed suicide. Horrified and saddened, I put the pin back, bird skeleton and all and continued walking. 

Artwork credit Diane Walkey

Unfortunately, not enough of my dreams are this interesting...